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Sunday, August 30, 2009

His Running Shoes

This’ll be tedious –I knowyou have a hard timemaking up your mindI drag myself to the sports storeFor the eighth year in a rowI used to pick and chooseWhat you’d wear on your feetTo school“These are cool” I sayNoting the reasonable price-tag“These seem light and comfortable”when the very washable mesh fabric and darker designCatch my eyeBut this year you’re drawnTo black with yellow pipingCrazy combination“You’ll grow tired of these fast” I mutterYou try them onEven have your dad tie them for youEven now…Big boy with long legsYou jump to your feet, bounce in placeFeeling the cushion, the give, the flexibilityThings I must learn to be –You pretend to run around the shopTesting how swiftly you’ll runAs I watch your feet grow at heart-pulling speed

3 comments:

They grow up far too quickly! My two are growing like weeds... you wish you could make time stand still, sometimes. You have to treasure every moment of their childhood, because it's over all too soon!